守护我的那座城

文 / 月印万川

在被击倒的那一瞬间

闪电迷离了双眼

苍白了我住的那座城

思想被定格在路口的街道

大雨灌注心底

握紧手里那把黑色的雨伞

长发被狂风吹散

昏暗的街灯

伫立在无人的桥头

横竖它都是一种无语的安排

想象中无法接受的惨淡

活生生地在上演

一幕接着一幕

等你的信念被撕碎

才发现它原本就是一张拼图

理想和现实各挂两端

行走在泥泞的险滩

留下了一串脚印

那是上帝用双手托着我

带我徒步走出疑团

收拾完零碎的片段

掩饰好伤痛再与路人闲谈

轻飘飘的温和语调

只让人想起花好月圆

我依旧守护在我住的那一座城

Postscript:

This poem was written after the Election Day of 2016.  I guess everything I believed was crashed at that moment, when Trump got elected.  All my experiences prior came back to me.  The dark side of life defeated me and made me miserable. What is good?  What is bad?  I could not answer this simple question when I was asking myself.  

Sometimes, people who has conscience meant to suffer more because they have a vulnerable heart that could feel more pain for the others.  Thanks to the lord, I still kept a faith in myself.  I knew there was always dark side of life.  I believed that my own good could still help me find my way out.  I will always defend my own land of peace and faith.